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ReadyWriter Sep 2015
Pain! Oh Pain!
What bitter pain,
Or rather what sweet pain.
Needed, I hear it is
Never meant to cease
Grooming me to be
Whatever future I see
Utilising my fears
Despising my tears
Is there no end?
But a little twist and a bend
Remind me of my foe
That seeks my goal
I have to endure
For wisdom and time have agreed
"Without Pain, comes no Gain."
#Hope #Faith
ReadyWriter Jun 2015
I wish I could sleep forever
Away from all I see now
The burden is too much to bear
But why do I wake up?

Another cloudy day
Reveals how dark my pain is
I close my eyes and hope it's the end
But I still wake up.

I see it all o'er me
The gloomy tales within
Why can't  my eyes stay closed forever
Why do I wake up?

I see one who can save me
Who can renew my heart of shame
And give me a beautiful hope
Perhaps, it's for this reason
I wake up.
#Hope #Saviour
ReadyWriter Mar 2015
Its dark
My fears are back
Will they o'er take me?
Or will I survive?
Is that a monster?
Or are my eyes heavy?
Though I cannot see
My mares appear to me
But I have hope
That the light would soon come
At the break of dawn
And then I'll be free
But for now
Its still dark
#Hope #light #Peace
ReadyWriter Mar 2015
My pen is my hands
My paper is properly set
I should just make the words rhyme
But I'm not convinced

I'm not confused though
About what to write
The things I feel now
Can't be put down right

Some may not understand it
Others may criticize it
But I will write my words down
Because I want to tell my thoughts

I want to write a poem
ReadyWriter Mar 2015
The sun dancing outward
My pain and worries gone
With darkness behind me
My life will be bright

I failed the last time
I think I didn't try enough
But the beautiful rays
Say I can try again
#Bonjour #GoodMorning #Bonjour #DontGiveUp #NewDay
ReadyWriter Feb 2015
I gaze at the moon
Wondering if it could be better
What a wonderful place it could have been
If not for the beginning

We love, we learn, we live
Often with hard experiences
With pangs of regret
It would have been better
If we could just alter
The beginning.

But if wishes were horses
Men would fly
Moving forward is all we can try
A better end than the beginning

— The End —